Flow Snakes

I am an aficionado of Spoonerisms. Sometimes I create them deliberately and oft-times they trip over my tongue quite by accident.  They are the stuff of laughter so hard your ribs hurt, or rolling your eyes into the back of your head at their atrociousness, and the ruling deity of double entendres.

Last night it snowed for the first time this season. There have been decent falls in the mountains for a while but down here at sea level the flow snakes have been conspicuously absent. Until now.

I’m sure I’ve posted a few times about how much I love the snow. If you missed them, guess what? I love snow! Growing up in a country that is a helluva lot closer the equator than Canada can do that to a gal.

It didn’t matter that these snowflakes were wet and landed with a splat on the ground rather than gently drifting in front of the streetlamps and, after due deliberation, decide to snuggle into the crook of a chestnut tree branch. It didn’t matter that they melted almost before they arrived.

It was snow, and it took my breath away.


“I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit”John Landis, who directed, among many movies, ‘The Blues Brothers’,  and ‘An American Werewolf in London’